Ateneans invite twerking Palace Ass Sec Mocha to display her skills

Twerking as a political weapon

By Raïssa Robles

Tomorrow evening, Mocha Uson will twerk her way into the hearts of Ateneans during the “Back to the Blue”, Ateneo Grand Alumni Homecoming of Ateneo de Davao High School in that city.

A giant tarp prominently featuring the “Mocha Girls” with Assistant Secretary Mocha has been strategically put up to announce the momentous event. [The other act for the evening’s delight is “Parokya ni Edgar”.] I understand the Ass Sec may have been invited by a fellow Palace official. That’s understandable. At least one other Ass Sec – Ramon Cualoping III – is an Ateneo de Davao alumnus. Mocha is not, though. She graduated from the ultra conservative, Catholic University of Santo Tomas.

I would like to thank a source who told me about all these.

This might be that rare or only instance in Philippine history where a school’s alumni can get a high ranking Palace official who did not graduate from that school to dance for them.

I wonder how the audience—consisting mainly of Ateneo graduates – will square their appreciation of Mocha’s thighs with their school’s opposition to the EJKs (extra-judicial killings), which the administration the Ass Sec represents so loudly endorses..

Before you howl and ask me – wtf do her thighs have to do with EJK? [Yes, I know, I rarely use cuss words but many of those trolling me do. I’m just anticipating their reaction.]

Mocha’s thighs and legs have plenty much to do with EJKs. They are part of what catapulted her to fame and political power. Notice that as an Ass Sec she seldom wears the regular office uniform of dress or formal suit. She often wears skinny, skinny jeans or leggings, which show off her thighs to advantage.

And it is this deadly combination of thighs, fame, and power that she uses to great effect to persuade people into thinking that EJKs aren’t happening. Notice the argument she used with beauty queen Mariel de Leon.

There is no question that many males find Mocha hot. Someone who’s seen her up close told me that “Mocha looks like a walking Barbie”.

I think that if a doll were to be ever made of her, it should be called “The Fake News Barbie”.

Mocha’s use of her physical assets reminds me of how another woman used her looks also as a political weapon. It’s in my book, “Marcos Martial Law: Never Again, a brief history of torture and society under the New Society.”

Ferdinand Marcos hand-picked a beauty queen to be his wife. When he ran for President in 1965, Imelda Marcos became Ferdinand’s “secret weapon”. During the campaign, a rival camp trotted out the son of Julio Nalundasan, the man who Marcos was initially convicted of murdering.

It was Imelda Marcos who was able to convince the adoring crowd that Ferdinand Marcos was no murderer. Here’s an excerpt from my book about this:

Accompanying her husband on his campaign sorties, Imelda crooned love songs to entranced crowds and — addressing insinuations about the Nalundasan murder — asked with tears in her eyes, would someone as lovely as she marry a murderer? One observer wrote: She offered herself as the star character witness for her husband. And her punch line was: “They say that my husband is a forger, a murderer, a land-grabber. Look at me. Do you think I would have married this man if he was that bad? Do you think I would have stayed with him and campaigned for him, if the charges were true?

I should have been the first to know about the character of my husband. He is the best, the
tenderest husband in the world…”

Imelda also entranced the elder Lopez.

A key power player, oligarch Eugenio “Iñing” Lopez, Sr., who had been refusing to back the senator because he believed that

“Marcos killed Nalundasan. People are convinced about that, even if he had won acquittal from old man (Justice) Laurel. We should not have a murderer in Malacañang. It would be like aligning
ourselves with the devil to achieve our objectives of toppling (incumbent President Diosdado) Macapagal.”

Imelda’s tears not only changed the old man’s mind but also convinced the elder Lopez’s cousin Fernando Lopez to run as Marcos’ vice-presidential mate. The Lopezes would live to regret their decision.”

That’s what Mocha Uson is doing for President Rodrigo Duterte. And whenever she and the Mocha Girls twerk, every thrust of their hips and twitch of their thighs are intended to bewitch the audience into thinking that their point of view is right:

♦ That there are no extra-judicial killings because those being killed deserve to die anyway.
♦ That Papa Digong is always right and means well in everything he does.
♦ That those who criticize Duterte’s polices are “dilawan” and should be viciously bashed.
♦ That Duterte is “the last chance” for the Philippines to achieve peace and progress. The alternative is chaos.

Twerking — performed by Mocha and the Mocha Girls — is a political statement.

If you don’t believe me, watch this. It’s a clip from a video grab I took from Rappler’s streaming video of Duterte’s miting de avance in Luneta, Manila just before the 2016 presidential elections:

Because of this, I am very curious how their performance will be met by the Ateneo crowd.

In that part of the country, application of the faith and being consistent with it, finding out the truth and learning from it are all defeated by provincial tribalism (basta ka-tribo, tama yan) and opportunism. (basta ok ako wala ako paki sa iba).

sound theory, po yan. and I’m supposing the jesuits are very happy to welcome mocha and her girls ala sodom and gomorrah, gyrating in their very skimpy clothes.

salome danced and asked for the head of john the baptist. mocha dances while marawi lay in ruins, babaw burned, and many part of mindanaw are in state of calamities. mocha dances with deaths all around.

she may not spend her own money sa govt planes, pero taxpayers will be slugged hard. those govt planes have to be maintained and serviced regularly and those are not cheap. plus planes have to be fueled with high grade aviation fuel and that’s costly too. sus, malaki talaga ang budget ng air force. at kung si mocha lang naman ang kaisa-isang pasahero, someone ought to ground that plane, he, he, he. and let her take commercial flight.

si mocha ang sariling pocket lang yata ang iniintindi, kawawa ang taxpayers who have to shoulder most of her high flying lifestyle. she is a drain to the nation’s resources.

I was hoping pa naman na for once in her life, mocha will show another side of her and show mercy to lumad kids. they’re currently living in UP diliman campus yata. lumikas sila when digong threatened to bomb their schools, at ngayon gusto nilang makauwi at nakapiling ang pamilya sa holiday season, pero wala silang perang pamasahe. the plane mocha was in, it would have enough space for the lumad kids. she could give them free ride back home to mindanaw.

there were many not taken by imelda’s crocodile tears, cardinal sin among them. no matter what imelda did, walked on her knees, prayed the rosaries endlessly, still cardinal sin was nonplussed. many saw through imelda and knew what she really is. but left her alone dahil angdyan si fabian ver berdugo.

at saka, these days in 21st century, men have seen better sex shows and live girlie dances sa dabaw mismo, overseas in hongkong, singapore, thailand, japan, etc. yang sayaw nina mocha, wala yan sa kalingkingan. men may watch, but that’s it, they just watch. they may applaud, but doesnot mean they’re hook. apparently, men can compartmentalized, are married and yet, watch porn, etc. bale wala yan sa kanila, it’s mostly women who may felt let down by the sisterhood.

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